At night, stars are trying to being perfect by twinkling.
Moon just keeping his stunning look.
But she who always being herself born with dark circles and having thin spectacles is still writing poetry by using her untidy heart...
Flow with your creative spirit....
Just looking is enough,
I can see your troubled eyes,
I can hear your sorrowful voice,
I can understand your feelings and situations.
I can feel your mind and others can't.
"But! Who are you??" she asked.
I'm your soul, mirror and beloved friend.
The full moon replied.
— The End —